I threw myself at the sun
and right over a ledge
I thought it needed a hug
might have been a dream
or a prophecy
can't remember if I fell.

I don't want to be someone's carnal need
I long to be someone's soul desire
Someone who loves and accepts every bit of me
And sets my soul on fire
Someone who genuinely cares for me
And wants to be with me
Someone who is willing to see things
The way i see
Someone who makes an effort to listen to me and understand me
Someone who makes me forget my troubles
Someone who makes me feel like i matter
Someone who is willing to walk with me till the end of time
And stand by through every thick and thin
I don't know if i ever will find such a person
But i hope to someday

When I was a young man
A heedless headlong consumer of life, was I
Above and beyond the norm or necessity
I wore paths deep and wide
To the pleasure centres of my brain
And I rode my soul like an easy *****
Oh happy daze of hedonism
How sweet life tasted then

If there was drink to drink
We drank it
If there were songs to sing
We sang them
If there were fights to fight
We fought them
We had fast feet and faster wits
If there was hell to raise
We raised it
Excess and adventure in equal parts
How fast, how high we flew back then

And then the magic playground
Became a bleak and dangerous place
Peopled by predators and prey
In an ever changing food chain
And I was only one step away
From the totally oblivious
One brain cell ahead of
The permanent reality challenged
Then friends began casually dying
Barely noticed in the rush to join them
Now the race is on
And I have grown old and slow

                                              By Phil Roberts

There,s  a  chill  in  the  air.
I  just  felt  it  out  there.
Autumn  introducing  Itself.
The  sun  came  out
for  a  fleeting  moment.
Then  it  turned
suddenly  chilly  again.

Keith  Wilson.  Windermere.  UK.  2016.

I know you and I
are not about poetry.
Love songs and roses
are just ******* to you.
We fight like cat and dog
And burn like animals in heat
when we make up on the bed.
But I have to say something.
So you know what's inside me.
Waiting to be heard.
Needing to be said.
Just the way that you toss
Your hair before a
morning coffee.
Burns the **** out of me.